#the way my heart fucking dropped to my stomach

[louilies]

ur my favorite person to be fucking weird with

Chris is half-asleep when you say it. Slumped into the couch, hoodie bunched up around his shoulders, a half-eaten bag of chips balancing on his stomach. He’s been stuck in some YouTube hole for the last hour, clicking through videos about shit neither of you understand, but it’s background noise at this point.

You don’t even mean to say it out loud—it’s just one of those things that lives in your brain rent-free, bouncing around until it slips out. "My love language is telling you every single lil weird thought on my mind," you mumble, picking at the edge of your sleeve.

Chris doesn’t react for a second. Just blinks, brows furrowing, like his brain is buffering. Then he snorts, this dumb, sleepy laugh that makes your chest feel all warm. "Yeah? That why I know way too much about what you’d do in a zombie apocalypse?"

You roll your eyes. "It’s important information."

"Or how many raccoons you think you could take in a fight?"

"I stand by my answer."

Chris grins, all lopsided and soft, turning his head to look at you fully. His eyes are sleepy but bright, and his voice drops a little when he says, "I like it."

You frown. "Like what?"

He shrugs. "That you tell me shit. Even the dumbest, weirdest, most psychotic thoughts. I wanna know all of it."

Your heart does this dumb thing, skipping like a scratched CD, and suddenly it’s too much. Too sweet. You grab the bag of chips off his stomach and chuck one at his face. "Okay, loser, shut up."

Chris laughs again, shoving at your arm, and you know without a doubt—you’d tell him every single fucking thought in your head forever if it meant hearing that laugh again.

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A/N: I'm not used to write fics like this but hey tell me if u like thissss!

[cayleeuhithinknott]

❛ 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑵 𝑼𝑹

𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑶𝑺 ❜

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉…you love matt’s tattoos, and it escalates to something more.

pairing: sweetheart!matt & shy!reader

cw: SMUT, oral (m receiving), pet names, tattoo licking? LMAO and probably more!

wc: 2.8k

you really need to get a grip.

or at the very least, stop staring.

but it’s impossible, because matt’s sitting next to you on the couch, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re dying inside, and his tattoo sleeve is just there.

he’s scrolling through his phone, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, his muscles shifting every time his fingers move. and it’s stupid, so so stupid, because you’ve seen his tattoos a million times before. you’ve traced them with your fingers, asked about their meanings, even watched him get some of them done.

but right now, you want to do something else entirely.

something that involves your mouth.

and that’s mortifying.

your face burns as the thought sinks in. it’s not like you to have thoughts this bold, this needy. but for some reason, today, your brain has decided to hyperfixate on the idea of pressing your lips to his skin.

biting it. licking it. marking it, like that would somehow make it yours.

your stomach tightens. you cross your arms, shifting uncomfortably. this is ridiculous. he’d never let you do something like that. it’s weird. you’re weird.

but the urge doesn’t go away. in fact, it gets worse, especially when he sighs and stretches, rolling his shoulders, his tattoos moving with him.

you swallow hard.

your gaze drifts along the inked-up skin, the way the designs flow together, the way the dark ink contrasts against his pale complexion. your fingers twitch.

you want to touch him.

you want to taste him.

matt glances over at you, and your heart plummets.

“baby?”

your spine stiffens. “yeah?”

his lips twitch, like he’s fighting a smile. “you okay?”

“yep,” you blurt out, nodding too fast. “totally fine. why?”

his head tilts. “because you’ve been staring at my arm for like…ten minutes.”

your face erupts in heat.

you shake your head frantically. “no, i haven’t.”

he raises an eyebrow. “so if i asked you what i just said a minute ago, you’d remember?”

you open your mouth. close it.

you didn’t even know he was talking to you before he’d finally grabbed your attention.

his smile grows. “that’s what i thought.”

your heart is racing. you need to get out of this conversation. fast. “it’s nothing,” you mumble, turning away. “just zoning out.”

but he’s not buying it. you can feel him staring at you, studying you, and then—because matt is matt—he shifts closer, resting his forearm on his thigh, putting his tattoos right in your line of sight.

your stomach flips.

he’s testing you.

you try to ignore it, but your eyes keep flickering back, betraying you. and then he does the worst thing possible—he flexes his fingers—fuck, his fingers—veins shifting under the ink, and you swear you feel your pulse in places you shouldn’t.

oh, you hate him.

you squeeze your thighs together, hands balling into fists in your lap. your mouth is so dry. other parts of you are not.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice softer now. “what is it?”

you shake your head. “nothing.”

he doesn’t push, but he also doesn’t look away. he’s waiting. he knows.

and you know you shouldn’t say it. you know you should keep your mouth shut. but your brain-to-mouth filter decides to take the night off, and before you can stop yourself, you whisper, “can i…can i kiss them?”

silence.

your heart stops.

oh. oh no.

why would you say that?

you slap a hand over your mouth, mortified beyond belief, but matt doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t tease. he just blinks at you, like he’s processing the words.

your stomach drops. “forget i said anything,” you rush out, turning away, but before you can retreat, matt’s hand is on your chin, tilting your face back toward him.

your breath catches.

his gaze is steady, unreadable. “you wanna kiss my tattoos?”

your skin burns. “i-i didn’t mean—”

“you did,” he interrupts gently, watching you carefully. “and that’s okay.”

you can barely breathe. “it’s weird,” you mumble, embarrassed. “you probably think i’m weird.”

his thumb strokes your jaw. “i don’t.”

you hesitate. he seems…serious. and more than that, he seems open to it.

“really?” you whisper.

he nods. then, he lifts his arm slightly, offering it to you. “go ahead, baby.”

your heart pounds.

you hesitate for a moment longer, searching his face for any sign of amusement, but there’s none. he’s genuine.

so, cautiously, you reach out, fingers grazing over the ink. his skin is warm under your touch, the veins and muscles firm beneath it.

you swallow.

and then, slowly, you lean down and press a soft, tentative kiss to his forearm.

his breath hitches.

your stomach flips.

you do it again, lips lingering a little longer this time, and when you glance up at him, his jaw is tight, his eyes darker than before.

your confidence spikes.

you move up his arm, kissing along the intricate lines and shading, letting your lips drag. your hands slide up to his bicep, fingertips pressing lightly into the muscle as your mouth lingers on his skin.

when you let your tongue flick out, tracing over a particularly detailed part of the ink, you hear him suck in a sharp breath.

oh.

oh.

this is affecting him.

you bite back a smile, growing bolder. your teeth graze the skin, nipping lightly at the ink, and matt shudders.

his hand comes up to the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair. he’s not pushing—just holding. just feeling.

“fuck,” he exhales, voice strained. “keep going, baby.”

your stomach flutters.

you obey, mouth moving higher, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along his shoulder. your tongue traces over the ink, warm and wet, and matt shivers.

your eyes flicker up. his lips are parted, his breathing slightly uneven, and his grip in your hair tightens when you bite down again, harder this time.

he lets out a low, shaky laugh. “jesus,” he mutters. “didn’t know you had this in you.”

you don’t answer. you just hum against his skin, sucking lightly at one of the designs.

and that’s when you feel it.

something pressing against your thigh.

your breath catches.

oh, shit.

matt stiffens slightly, realizing at the same time you do. “ignore that,” he mutters, shifting like he’s trying to move away. “not my fault you’re—”

“you’re hard,” you say, voice a little breathless.

he groans, tipping his head back. “don’t say it like that.”

you bite your lip. “but you are.”

he looks back down at you, exasperated. “yeah, no shit, baby.”

your stomach tightens. because suddenly, the wetness between your thighs is impossible to ignore, too.

your mouth is still against his shoulder. his grip is still firm in your hair. and you’re both sitting there, breathless and flushed, knowing exactly where this is leading.

he exhales slowly, voice low. “c’mon,” he murmurs, tugging you closer. “we’re going to my room.”

your pulse races.

yeah. you definitely need to get a grip.

matt’s sat on the edge of the bed with you on your knees in front of him. things had escalated. you were only in your bra and shorts, matt being fully naked.

you’ve got one hand cupped under his balls and the other hand lazily stroking his length. matt’s got his fingers gently threaded in your hair, gazing down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. because to him, you are.

you press feather-light kisses up and down his cock, occasionally deliberately dragging your tongue over the more pronounced veins. you were a little nervous. you’d given him head tons of times, so you weren’t quite sure what was different this time.

your movements slow even more, hesitation creeping in as your lips hover over his tip, unsure. your hand stills at the base of his cock. the heat of his gaze burns into you, and when you finally gather the courage to look up at him, it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs.

his eyes are heavy-lidded, dark and unreadable, but there’s something there—something that makes your stomach twist and your pulse stutter. is he…waiting? does he want you to keep going? or worse—was that bad? oh god, what if you—

“hey,” his voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts, gentle but firm. his fingers unweave themselves from your hair to trace lightly over your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin in a way that makes you shiver. “you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” the way he says it is so easy, like there isn’t a doubt in his mind. like you aren’t sitting here second-guessing every little thing.

you swallow hard, your breath shaky, and he must notice because he tilts his head, eyes softening. “you can keep going,” he murmurs, his voice low, warm. “take your time. i promise, you’re perfect.”

oh. yeah, that definitely does something to you. your fingers twitch where they rest, your skin buzzing under the weight of his approval. something about the way he’s looking at you—patient, expectant, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips—sends heat crawling down your spine.

so you inhale slowly, steady yourself, and do exactly what he says.

you give him a couple more slow strokes before wrapping your plush lips around the head of his cock. as his breath hitches, you feel a familiar heat pooling in your core. but, this isn’t about you, right now. you want to make him feel good.

you start to take his cock deeper into your mouth, and matt’s hand immediately finds it’s way back to your hair. you force your head down a little further, choking slightly. “you’re okay, sweetheart. doin’ great.” matt mutters softly, and you can feel his gaze on you.

you transfer your gaze to look up at him as you start to move your head up and down. he throws his head back as you use your hand to pump the length you can’t fully fit, eliciting pleasured groans to fall from his pink lips.

when he looks down at you again, your eyes meet, and he almost cums on the spot just from fucking looking at you. he’s down bad.

you grip his cock a little tighter in your hand, moving your head a little faster as well. the feeling of your warm, wet throat constricting him is pure ecstasy for him. “shit, baby, you’re so good…” he groans, squeezing your hair a little but loosening his grip when he realizes what he’s doing.

tears drip down your cheeks as drool seeps out from the corners of your lips—now you were starting to struggle. you let out a soft whine, and matt looks down at you, taking the hint that you need help. he starts to move your head down until his entire cock is in your mouth and your nose is pressed to his lower tummy.

you gag slightly and he pulls you almost all the way off before pushing you back down again. he thrusts into your mouth slowly, not wanting to hurt you in any way. “can i go a little faster, sweetness?” matt asks breathlessly. you hum around his cock, which is a green-light for matt.

he starts to fuck into you a little quicker now, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. each little choke and gag of yours drew him closer to his release, and every one of his moans and groans powered you to hold it together.

“take it all, sweetheart, i know you can…fuck,” he tosses his head back. you start to incorporate your tongue more, to which he releases a sound that almost sounds like a whimper. fuck. “you’re—ngh—shit, baby, you’re so good..”

matt lets out a shaky exhale, a soft whine slipping out as he fucks your face even faster. your chin and chest were covered in drool, but you didn’t even care. he bucks his hips up particularly hard, eliciting a loud choked sound from you. “shit—sorry, sweetness, you just make me feel so fuckin’ good..”

matt notices how you’re starting to gag and choke more and more, and he knows you probably need some reassurance. “you’re good, sweet girl, just breathe through your nose. not much longer, baby, i’m so close.”

you hum around him again, the vibrations sending a shiver up his spine and into the back of his throat, where a groan comes out. tears streak down your face, and you’re sure your mascara’s got you looking like a damn raccoon. but, did you care? absolutely the hell not.

his hips start to stutter, and his breathing gets more ragged—that’s how you know he’s so close. you use your free hand to massage his balls and he whimpers. full on whimpers. holy shit. no way. no way that just came out of his mouth.

holy shit. your brain just short-circuited. completely malfunctioned. you didn’t know he could sound like that. but now that you do, you need to hear it again.

okay, stay calm. be normal. act like you didn’t just melt into a puddle. if you die right now, at least you’ll die knowing that noise exists.

god, that was so hot. wait, do you signal that to him? no. no, you keep that to yourself. you should not be this affected. but here you are. completely affected.

he sounds so pretty…is it bad that you want to keep making him sound like that? okay, now you have two missions. make him do that again. immediately. oh, and make him cum.

“fuckkk baby, i’m about to—shit—cum..” he groans, squeezing your hair in his hands even harder. you let out a soft, bashful moan around his cock, egging him on. he pushes himself down your throat one more powerful time before he pulls out. you stick out your tongue and his warm, white spurts of cum cover your lower face, some of it getting on your chest and some actually making it onto your tongue. and that’s when you catch it. another fucking whimper.

matt gawks at the sight of you. he uses his thumb to swipe the remainders into your mouth, not bothering to clean up the bits on your chest just yet.

your chest rises and falls, trying to catch your breath as you shift slightly, still kneeling between matt’s legs. your lips feel swollen, your face warm, and your heart is thumping so hard you’re sure he can hear it.

matt looks absolutely wrecked—head tilted back, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as he tries to process what just happened. but when he blinks down at you, his expression softens instantly.

“c’mere, baby,” he murmurs, reaching down to guide you up and onto his lap. his hands are so gentle, warm against your skin as he cradles your face and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “you did so good. so, so good for me.”

your stomach twists at his words, a mix of pride and bashfulness settling in. you tuck your face into his neck, feeling his chest vibrate with a soft chuckle. “stop,” you mumble, voice small.

“what? i mean it,” he hums, rubbing slow circles on your back. “so perfect. felt so good, sweet girl.”

you don’t respond, just nuzzle further into him, feeling warm and safe in his arms. but then matt’s shifting, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before standing up with you still clinging to him.

“let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he says, carrying you towards the bathroom. you let out a small sound of protest, but he only grins, setting you down carefully before reaching to turn on the shower.

you’re shy, hesitating as you stand in front of him, but he just cups your face, tilting it up so you meet his gaze.

“you okay?” he asks softly.

you nod. “yeah. just…still kinda nervous.”

you weren’t sure as to why you were nervous. you just sucked him off for goodness sake. your brain works in odd ways, that’s for sure.

his lips twitch into a knowing smile before he leans in, kissing you sweetly. “nothing to be nervous about, sweets. just wanna take care of you.”

he steps into the shower first, holding a hand out for you to follow. the warm water cascades down as you step under the spray, sighing at the soothing sensation. matt keeps his touch light—running his hands over your arms, your shoulders, smoothing your hair back with such careful tenderness that your heart clenches.

he washes you with so much care, fingers massaging shampoo into your scalp, then gently rinsing it out. “feel okay?” he asks, and you nod, leaning into his touch.

“you’re so sweet,” you murmur, voice barely above the sound of the water.

matt tilts his head, smiling. “because you deserve it.”

your throat tightens, but before you can respond, he’s pressing a kiss to your shoulder, whispering against your skin, “so proud of you, pretty girl. you’re everything to me.”

you close your eyes, letting yourself melt into his touch, into his words, into him.

“guess my tattoos aren’t the only thing you’ve got a taste for now, hm?”

a/n: omg i’ve wanted to write this for so long. i loooove matt’s tattoos and i love this song so i had to!!! thanks to @hearts4werka for supporting my idea and @strnilolover for proofreading 😌

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[semiloml]

thinking about…“phone sex“

featuring atsumu miya

★ content: smut, nsfw, afab reader, timeskip haikyuu, phone sex, masturbation on call (both female and male), p in v, sex without protection, just nasty boombayah🙂‍↕️

★author‘s note: Reblogs, likes and comments are really appreciated 🩷🩷 thank you all for your support!! Also I promise it gets better at the end

ೃ࿔*:･

It was around 1 am when your phone buzzed against the nightstand, its insistent vibration cutting through the silence of your darkened bedroom.

Half-asleep, you squinted at the screen.

Incoming call from Atsumu Miya…

“What the hell does he want at this hour?”

you yawned out, ignoring it. But curiosity—or something deeper—won out, and you swiped to answer.

“Hello?” you said, voice thick with sleep.

“You picked up.” His voice was low, rough around the edges, and entirely too intimate for a call at 1 am.

“Clearly. What do you want?”

There was a pause, the sound of rustling sheets on the other end. When Atsumu spoke again, his voice had a slow, deliberate cadence.

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d call you. Keep me company.”

you rolled your eyes, but your pulse betrayed you—quickening just a little.

“That’s not my job. Go bother someone else“

“You always talk back like this, or just when you’re in bed?” he murmured and you could hear the smirk on his face

“You think I’m in bed?” you exclaimed trying to sound annoyed.

“Aren’t you?” he challenged.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the sheets pooling around your waist, the thin tank top clinging to your skin. You tried to sound unaffected. “And if I was?”

He exhaled, a slow, knowing sound. “Then I’d say you should turn over and put me on speaker.”

Your breath caught. The casual arrogance in his voice made your stomach flip, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“You’re awfully bold for someone begging me to keep him company.”

“I’m not begging. Just picturing things.”

Your fingers tightened around the phone.

Damn Miya.

“Like what?” you asked, voice softer now, curiosity laced with something darker.

A deep chuckle rumbled through the speaker. “Like what you’re wearing. How you’d sound if I…” He trailed off, waiting.

you shifted, your body betraying you before your mind caught up.

“If you what?” you whispered.

He hummed, pleased. “Now we’re talking.”

Atsumu’s voice sounded like liquid heat sliding over your skin.

“That depends,” you countered, fingers tightening around your phone. “Are we?”

He chuckled, low and slow. “Oh, princess, I think we are.”

A rustling sound filtered through the speaker. Sheets shifting, a sharp breathy exhale. Your skin prickled.

„What are you doing?” you asked, voice softer now.

“Thinking about you.”

Your heart pounded.

This was too intimate.

Too much.

But you didn’t plan on hanging up.

“And?”

A pause. Then, a deep inhale. “And wondering if you’re touching yourself yet.”

Your breath hitched.

“What—”

“Don’t play coy,” he interrupted, voice laced with amusement. “Not after the way your voice changed. I can hear it, you know. The way you’re breathing.”

You swallowed. hard. He wasn’t wrong. Your skin felt hypersensitive, every inch of you buzzing with awareness.

“I—”

“Tell me,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “Are you?”

your fingers flexed against the sheets. Your thighs pressed together instinctively. Atsumu was a few miles away, nothing but a voice in your ear—but God, did it feel like he was right there.

“Maybe,” you admitted.

His groan was low, guttural. “Fuck.”

Your breathing hitched yet again.

“Put me on speaker.”

You hesitated.

“Princess,“ he coaxed, a little rough. “I want to hear you.”

Heat shot straight through you, pulse hammering as you did as he asked.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured.

You barely had a second to process what he said before he added, “Now, tell me exactly what you’re doing.”

“I…” you swallowed, heat pooling between her thighs.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he murmured, voice coaxing but firm. “Are your legs spread?”

you closed your eyes, trying to get used to the feeling inside you.

“sweetheart?“

you bit your lip. “Yes.”

A sharp inhale from the other end of the line.

“Good girl.”

The praise sent a shiver straight down your spine. Your other hand drifted lower, teasing the edge of your panties, breath quickening.

“Are you wet?”

God, he was relentless.

your thighs clenched. “Yeah.”

“Let me hear it.”

you exhaled shakily, shifting your fingers lower, parting yourself with a soft, unsteady sigh. The sound was unmistakable.

His groan was deep, almost pained. “Fuck, I knew it.”

Your pulse hammered in your ears. “What about you?”

A dark chuckle. “You want to know how hard I am for you right now?”

you whimpered.

“Tell me what you’d do if I was there,” Atsumu demanded, voice rough.

Your breath hitched. “I’d let you touch me.”

“Where?”

You slid a finger lower, teasing yourself, gasping softly at the sensation.

“There.”

„I want more than that, sweetheart,” he growled. “Tell me.”

You let your head tip back, drowning in the sound of his breathing, in the slow, needy way he exhaled whenever you made a sound.

“I’d let you spread my legs,” you whispered, now more confident, slipping a finger inside. Your body clenched at the thought of him—his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing you down.

“Yeah?” he rasped.

“And I’d let you—”

A moan slipped past your lips as you worked yourself open, the pleasure spiking hard.

Another groan from him.

“You’re killing me, baby,” he muttered. “I wanna be inside you so bad.”

Your breath came in quick, shallow pants.

“Then come over,” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at the phone.

A long silence stretched between the two of you. Your body was still humming, fingers wet from touching yourself to nothing but his voice. You could hear his breathing through the phone—rough, ragged.

Then—

“Stay up.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

“Stay up,” he repeated, voice dark, commanding. “I’m coming over.”

You sat up so fast you nearly dropped the damn phone.

“You’re serious?”

“You’re the one who told me to.” A low chuckle. “Now be a good girl and keep those pretty legs spread for me until I get there.”

The call ended.

Your stomach flipped. Holy shit.

You barely had time to collect yourself before there was a knock at the door—sharp, urgent.

You opened it, and there he was.

Hair tousled, chest rising and falling like he’d rushed over, eyes dark with something primal.

The second you stepped back, he was inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

“You’ve got no idea what you’ve done to me,” he muttered, gripping your jaw and tilting your face up.

„Then do something about it.”

And he did.

His mouth crashed onto yours, a desperate, bruising kiss, hands roaming, pulling, grabbing.

Atsumu lifted you up effortlessly, pressing you against the nearest wall, grinding against you—and God, he was so hard.

“I need to be inside you,” he groaned against your lips, fingers already shoving your panties down, his own pants barely undone before he was lining up his—thick, hot, throbbing cock against your entrance.

You gasped, nails digging into his big shoulders. “Then don’t tease.”

His jaw clenched.

“Hold on to me.”

you barely had time to obey before he thrust inside in one deep, punishing stroke.

Your body arched, a cry breaking from your lips.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, forehead dropping to yours.

“So fucking tight.”

He didn’t wait. Didn’t give you time to adjust.

He fucked you against the wall, each thrust of his hips deep and ruthless, dragging moans from you that you didn’t even recognize as your own.

„This what you wanted?” he growled, biting at your jaw and your throat, his grip bruising on your thighs.

“Yes—fuck, yes,” you moaned, nails raking down his back.

He lifted you higher, angling deeper—hitting that spot that made you see stars.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”

And when he reached down between the two of you, pressing his thumb against your clit—you shattered.

And he didn’t stop.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: I need him so bad😔

[deliciousangelfestival]

Let's Play Pretend - 4 | bodyguard!Bucky

Character: Bucky Barnes x singer! Female reader

Summary: You just wanted to hide here and find peace from the mess that wasn’t caused by you. But then, your hot neighbor bothered you. As if that wasn’t enough, the enemies you hated found you too.

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A few days ago, you heard the news that your former manager had died. And today, you found out your ex-fiancé was dead too.

What the fuck is going on?

You had just attended one funeral, and now you were going to another.

With a deep breath, you opened your wardrobe, reaching for something black to wear. Your fingers brushed against a thick jacket, and for a moment, you froze. Jack’s jacket.

He had given it to you on a cold night when you had been shivering after a performance, dressed in nothing but thin stage clothes. “My dear is trembling like a cat. Here.” He had taken off his jacket and wrapped it around you. Since then, you have kept it, carried it with you, even after everything that happened.

You and Jack had started together, two newcomers struggling in the same agency. He had been humble, funny, and caring—someone you could rely on. Who wouldn’t fall in love with a man like that?

But as his career skyrocketed and he surrounded himself with the wrong people, he changed. The warmth he once had faded, replaced by arrogance, recklessness, and lies.

Still, you had held on, believing—hoping—that the man you once loved would return. That he would snap out of it, remember who he was before the fame. But waiting was useless. Instead of giving you the love you wanted, he cheated. He spiraled into drugs.

That was your breaking point. That was when you finally walked away.

You had hated him for it. But now…

Now, he was dead.

Tears welled up before you even realized it. You hated crying over him, hated that he still had that power over you. But love, anger, regret—they all blurred together into something you couldn’t control.

A knock on the door pulled you out of it. You quickly wiped your face, but it was too late.

Bucky stepped inside, his eyes immediately narrowing. “Why are you crying?”

You swallowed hard, your voice hoarse. “My ex-fiancé just died.”

Bucky tilted his head, unfazed. “Huh. I’ve seen people die right in front of me more times than I can count.” He shrugged like it was nothing. “Didn’t cry once.”

You blinked, staring at him in disbelief. “You—” Words failed you. “Unbelievable.”

Whatever grief you had been drowning in evaporated, replaced with sheer frustration. His complete lack of empathy made you want to scream.

Bucky, of course, seemed pleased with himself. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you with that infuriatingly amused expression. Then, as if piecing something together, his smirk faded just slightly. "Something doesn't add up."

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

He crossed his arms. "Your manager died. Now your ex-fiancé. Within days of each other. That’s not just bad luck, sweetheart."

Your stomach twisted. You hadn’t thought about it that way.

Bucky sighed dramatically, as if he were about to deliver bad news but couldn’t quite bring himself to be serious about it. "Prepare yourself. A detective will probably drop by soon with questions."

Your heart dropped. “Why? I didn’t do anything.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He gestured vaguely. “Two people close to you died back-to-back. That raises eyebrows.”

You exhaled, feeling drained. Another chapter of your life unfolding—one you hadn’t asked for, one you weren’t ready for.

Bucky, on the other hand, grinned like he was actually enjoying this. “This is getting interesting.”

You shot him a glare. “Glad you’re entertained.”

He winked. “I always am.”

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Jack’s Funeral

The moment you stepped inside, the room fell silent.

All eyes turned toward you—the ex-fiancée of the deceased—arriving at his funeral with another man.

Whispers rippled through the mourners, hushed yet sharp, like knives sliding between ribs. You could feel their judgment pressing against your skin, suffocating. Some stared in curiosity, others in barely concealed disdain.

You kept your head high, gripping the strap of your purse a little tighter.

Bucky, on the other hand, looked completely unbothered. If anything, he seemed to enjoy the attention. With his hands tucked casually in his pockets, he leaned toward you and muttered, "Quite the audience. Should I give a speech?"

You elbowed him in the ribs. "Not the time, Barnes."

He chuckled but didn’t push further.

You approached Jack’s family, offering your condolences, but his mother barely acknowledged you. Grief lined her face, her hands gripping a tissue tightly as if it were the only thing holding her together.

You didn’t blame her for the cold reception. After all, you had left Jack long before his downward spiral. To them, you had abandoned him.

But even as you tried to pay your respects, the weight of their stares never lifted.

Outside the Funeral

The moment you and Bucky stepped outside, fresh air filled your lungs. You inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the tension lingering from inside.

Before you could reach your car, two men in dark suits approached.

Detectives.

Your stomach tightened.

Bucky sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Took them long enough."

One of the detectives, a man with graying hair and sharp eyes, pulled out a notepad. "Miss, we’d like to ask you a few questions regarding Mr. Lancaster’s death."

You straightened your posture. "Of course."

"Where were you last night?"

"At my apartment," you answered. "With him." You tilted your head toward Bucky.

The other detective, a younger man with glasses, glanced between you and Bucky. "May I ask the nature of your relationship?"

Before you could speak, Bucky did.

“Her boyfriend.” His voice was smooth, confident. “Both of us were together last night.”

Then, without warning, he reached over and tugged the neckline of your dress down just enough to expose your collarbone.

Your breath hitched. “Bucky, what the hell—”

"Is this enough proof?" he asked nonchalantly.

The two detectives instantly flushed, looking away in embarrassment. You, meanwhile, had no idea what they were even looking at—until they mumbled a hasty, "We’ll keep in touch, Miss."

As they walked away, you caught a murmur between them.

"Celebrities… It’s easy for them to find new sex partners."

Your jaw clenched.

Once inside the car, you yanked down the sun visor, flipped open the mirror, and turned on your phone’s front camera. The second you saw your reflection, your eyes widened.

“BUCKY!”

He smirked, leaning back in his seat. "Not loud enough."

You pointed furiously at your collarbone. "What the hell is this?! It looks like a hickey! How did you even—?"

With an innocent expression, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube.

Your red lipstick.

Your glare intensified. "How the fuck did you even get that?!"

Bucky twirled it between his fingers. "I have my ways." Then he winked. "Consider it a little magic trick."

You wanted to be mad—really, you did—but you couldn’t deny that his ridiculous stunt had shut down the detectives’ questioning. With an exhausted sigh, you muttered, "Thanks."

“You’re welcome.” His grin widened.

Then, just as you thought the conversation was over, he casually added, “He should’ve gotten an autopsy.”

Your brows furrowed. "You mean Jack?"

He nodded, tapping his fingers against the dashboard.

"His parents don’t want one."

Bucky scoffed. "Their loss."

Something about his tone sent a chill down your spine.

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The weight of the day pressed down on you the moment you stepped into your apartment. Exhaustion clung to your bones, and all you wanted was to shut your eyes and escape reality—if only for a little while.

You kicked off your shoes, exhaling as you rubbed your temples. The apartment was quiet, exactly as you’d left it. Nothing seemed out of place.

Until you noticed your bedroom door.

It was slightly open.

Your stomach clenched. You were sure you had closed it before leaving.

Shaking off the unease creeping up your spine, you pushed the door open—

And screamed.

"Kyaaaa!!!"

Heavy footsteps thundered down the hall. Before you could blink, Bucky was at your side, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun.

Then he saw it.

Your room was a disaster.

Pillows lay shredded across the floor, their stuffing torn apart as if slashed by a knife. Your blankets were in a heap, the furniture overturned. But the most terrifying sight was the red—splattered across the walls, the bed, the floor.

It looked like blood.

But the worst part?

A knife. Stabbed straight through a framed photo of you.

A chill spread through your veins. You clutched Bucky’s arm, your fingers digging into his sleeve.

He didn’t flinch.

Bucky stepped forward, calm and deliberate, his sharp eyes scanning the wreckage. Crouching down, he touched the red stain smeared across your dresser. He rubbed it between his fingers, then smirked.

"It’s ink."

You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. "Who… who did this?"

Bucky straightened, glancing at the knife in your photo before turning to you.

"I had a feeling something was missing from this puzzle," he murmured while looking at you. Then his smirk deepened, his gaze dark with intrigue. "But now? I think I just found the most important piece."

Your stomach twisted. "Me?"

He nodded slowly, watching you with amusement.

"Congratulations, sweetheart. You’re officially the main event."

Your heart pounded, fear clawing at your throat. But Bucky?

Bucky looked entertained.

Like he was just getting started.

Seeing him get excited over this made you wonder, Mrs. Walls, what kind of neighbor did you have?

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Hiiii I requested Katsukis sister x Dabi fic from you two days ago. I'm sorryyyyy if it's not proper to ask for another one before that's out but I can't help but come up with ideas!!! So. Reader is still Katsukis quirkless sister right, and they have a secret relationship with Dabi? Ok so. There's a battle and for some reason, reader has gotten herself in the middle of it. Katsuki sees her first just when she's about to get crushed by a flying piece of rubble and calls out to her in panic, which makes Dabi whip around and since he's faster than Kats, he saves her even when he knows it risks their secret. Kats is obviously baffled why did Dabi save his sister. Ok ok I'm trying not to dream too much but I just live for this dynamic omg.

author's note: I just had to make a confession scene XD <3 Also seems like my gif library works again!

Collateral Damage

The battlefield is chaos. Smoke and fire engulf the crumbling street as heroes and villains clash, explosions rattling the ground beneath you. You don’t even know how you ended up here—one moment, you were trying to get away from the fight, and the next, a collapsing building had forced you into the open, too close to the action, too vulnerable.

You don’t belong here. You never have.

And then you hear it.

A sharp, panicked voice tearing through the battlefield, cutting through the roars of fire and screams of combat.

"SHIT—MOVE!"

You turn just in time to see a massive chunk of rubble hurtling toward you, too fast, too sudden—

You don’t even have time to scream before a blur of blue flames and heat rushes past you. Strong arms wrap around you, yanking you against a too-warm chest, and then suddenly, you’re flying—whipped through the air so fast that your stomach drops. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground again, but not crushed, not dead.

You blink up, dazed. Dabi.

He's crouched over you, one knee planted in the dirt, hands gripping your arms tightly before they slide up in a fleeting touch—checking, making sure you're not hurt. His lips part slightly, breath coming quick, blue eyes flickering with something—concern.

And then he lets go. Stands up. Turns away.

Like nothing happened.

Like he didn’t just risk everything for you.

But Katsuki saw.

You hear him before you see him, the roar of his explosions, the way his feet slam into the ground as he lands hard, just a few feet away. He looks wild, eyes wide, chest heaving. His gaze flickers from you to Dabi, and you know your brother well enough to see the exact moment he puts the pieces together.

"The FUCK—"

Dabi doesn’t give him a chance to say more. The second Katsuki moves, he’s back in the fight, launching a wall of blue flames at your brother, forcing him to dodge.

But Katsuki is pissed now. More than before.

"Why the hell did you save her?!" he yells, dodging the flames, then twisting in midair to send an explosion right at Dabi. "What the fuck are you playing at, huh?!"

Dabi laughs. That same infuriating, taunting laugh that makes even you want to smack him sometimes. He sidesteps the blast, rolling his shoulders like this is just another day for him.

"Aw, what, can’t a guy just do a good deed?" he mocks.

"Bullshit!" Katsuki snaps. "You don’t give a damn about civilians—so why her?!"

Dabi doesn’t answer. Not directly. Instead, he smirks, cocky, knowing. "Maybe I just wanted to piss you off, huh? Looks like it worked."

Katsuki lunges, his palm sparking, and Dabi meets him head-on, fire against explosions, force against force. You scramble backward, heart pounding, knowing that if you stay too close, one wrong move could get you caught in the crossfire.

But you can’t leave.

Because you know what this is.

Katsuki saw.

He saw the way Dabi looked at you, the way he checked for injuries. He’s not stupid, and now he’s furious, more than he’s ever been before.

"You—" Katsuki growls between attacks, voice raw with disbelief. "You’re fucking Dabi?"

Dabi laughs again, this time sharper, smug. "Well, that’s one way to put it."

Katsuki’s entire body locks up, face twisting in pure rage before he slams forward with an explosion so big it makes the air shudder. Dabi barely dodges in time, rolling out of the way with a low whistle.

"Damn, didn't know you had that in you, little bro."

"DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT!" Katsuki roars. His next explosion is bigger, faster, almost catching Dabi in the side.

You force yourself to move, stepping closer before this gets worse. "Katsuki, stop—!"

"Stay the hell out of this!" he barks at you. "You—" He turns back to Dabi, snarling, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You’re a goddamn villain! And her—she doesn’t even have a fucking quirk!"

Dabi tilts his head, eyes flicking back to you. "Yeah. I noticed."

"You could’ve killed her," Katsuki spits. "You will kill her."

Dabi’s smirk falters, just for a second. It’s brief—so quick you almost miss it.

But Katsuki doesn’t.

"Oh, what? You actually give a shit?" His voice is mocking, but there’s an edge to it now. A challenge.

Dabi shrugs, the cocky mask slipping back into place. "Maybe I do."

Katsuki’s hands clench into fists.

And then he moves.

Faster than before, hitting harder, more reckless, explosions lighting up the battlefield. Dabi is grinning, but you know him well enough to see the tension in his movements—he’s taking this more seriously now.

"You think you’re good enough for her?" Katsuki spits as they fight. "You? A murderer? A piece of shit villain?"

Dabi smirks. "Well, she seems to think so."

Katsuki loses it. His explosion sends Dabi skidding back, boots digging into the cracked pavement. He barely catches himself before Katsuki is on him again, and this time, Dabi doesn’t have a witty comeback, forced on the defensive.

You don’t think. You move.

Throwing yourself between them, arms outstretched. "Stop!"

Katsuki halts, barely, his explosion cutting off just before he can hurt you. Dabi, though, doesn’t stop fast enough. His hand almost catches you, flames flaring dangerously close—

And then he does stop. Completely. Too completely. His fire vanishes, his entire body stiffening as he realizes how close he came to burning you.

It’s Katsuki who notices first. "The fuck—"

Dabi swears under his breath and steps back, jaw clenched. "Move," he tells you, but his voice isn’t sharp. It’s careful. Controlled.

You shake your head. "I’m not letting you kill each other."

Katsuki glares, furious. "He—"

"I know who he is," you snap back, turning to look at him fully. "I know. But I’m not leaving him."

Your brother stares at you, eyes burning. Betrayal and fury and disbelief all twisted together. "Why?"

And you hesitate.

Because how do you explain it? How do you tell him that Dabi isn’t just some villain to you? That the man with the cocky smirk and taunting words has held you in the dark, has whispered things you never thought you’d hear, has been there in a way no one else has?

You don’t.

Because Katsuki wouldn’t understand.

So you just say, "Because I love him."

The words hit the battlefield like a gunshot.

Katsuki’s face twists. "You—" His voice cracks.

Dabi clicks his tongue. "Whoops. There goes the family reunion."

You shoot him a look. "You’re not helping."

He grins. "Wasn’t trying to."

Katsuki looks like he’s about to combust. His hands shake, explosions flickering to life before dying out again, as if he can’t decide whether to punch Dabi or just scream.

“Besides, he started it,” Dabi says after a moment of silence.

“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU,” Katsuki yells.

Dabi snickers. “See?”

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. “Oh my god, I hate you both.”

“Aw, c’mon, doll,” Dabi hums, cocking his head. “You didn’t seem to hate me last night—”

Katsuki lunges.

You think you might actually die of embarrassment.

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Heeseung – “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

The moment he realizes, he feels sick. Heeseung never forgets important dates, but he’s been so caught up with schedules that the day just… slipped his mind. When he sees your disappointed expression, his heart shatters. "Baby… please tell me I didn’t actually forget." You don’t say anything. His stomach drops. "Fuck." He runs a hand through his hair, pacing. "I swear, I didn’t mean to, Y/N. I feel like the worst boyfriend ever." That night, he goes all out—surprising you with a romantic setup, heartfelt apologies, and plenty of cuddles. "I know I messed up, but let me make it up to you, okay? Starting now, your birthday is a week-long celebration." And he means it.

Jay – “Shit… Y/N, I—”

Jay realizes it too late. He’s casually scrolling through his phone when he sees the date—and his heart stops. "No. No, no, no." He looks at you, but you’re already cold, your usual warmth missing. "Fuck, baby, I—" He reaches for you, but you step back. "Just… don’t," you mutter. He hates himself for this. He spends the next hours desperately trying to fix it—getting your favorite cake, a handwritten letter, and the biggest bouquet he can find. When he finally sees you again, his voice is soft. "I don’t deserve you, but please, let me make this right."

Jake – “Wait… today is the… oh my God.”

Jake is so sure that your birthday is tomorrow—until he hears someone casually mention the date, and suddenly, he’s frozen in panic. "No, no, NO—" He spins to find you, praying you’ll laugh and say it’s fine—but the disappointment in your eyes? It kills him. "Y/N, please, I swear I thought it was tomorrow—" He’s so genuinely devastated that you almost feel bad. That night, he showers you with endless affection, apologizing a thousand times. "I’m an idiot, but I’m your idiot," he pouts. "Let me make it up to you?" And when you finally smile, he tackles you in a hug, refusing to let go.

Sunghoon – “I… I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

Sunghoon doesn’t realize it until way too late. The moment he does, his whole body goes cold. He sees you sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone, not even looking at him. "Y/N…" he starts, voice hesitant. You don’t answer. He swallows hard, stepping closer. "Baby, I—"

"Don’t," you mumble. "Just don’t, Hoon." And that? It wrecks him. He doesn’t know what to say—he’s never felt so fucking awful. The next day, he surprises you with a huge apology, making sure you know how much he loves you. "I’ll spend every day making up for this. I swear."

Jungwon – “Please don’t be mad… I feel terrible.”

Jungwon realizes the second he sees the way you’re acting—quiet, distant, avoiding his gaze. "Baby… what’s wrong?" When you don’t answer, it hits him. "Oh my God… your birthday." He instantly feels sick. "Y/N, I—fuck, I don’t even know what to say. I’m so sorry." You stay quiet, and it kills him. That night, he does everything he can to make you smile again—cooking your favorite meal, writing you a heartfelt letter, pulling you into his arms. "I’ll never, ever forget again. Please, let me make it up to you." And when you finally hug him back, he swears to remember forever.

Sunoo – “I deserve the silent treatment for this, don’t I?”

Sunoo is so confident that he’s got everything under control—until he realizes he completely forgot. The moment he sees the sad look in your eyes, his stomach drops. "Oh, no. Oh, no no no—" He rushes to you, hands on your shoulders. "Baby. Please tell me I didn’t forget your birthday." You don’t answer. "Fuck, I did." He groans, pulling you into a tight hug. "I’m the worst, Y/N. You can ignore me for the next 24 hours—I deserve it." But of course, he doesn’t let you ignore him. The next day, he showers you with affection, gifts, and so many apologies. "I love you. And next year? I’m making sure this is the best birthday ever."

Ni-ki – “...Can I fix this?”

Ni-ki freezes when he realizes. He knows he messed up, but when he sees how upset you are, he feels completely lost. "Y/N… I forgot, didn’t I?" You nod, looking away. His heart sinks. "Shit." He hesitates before reaching for your hand. "I don’t know what to say except… I’m so sorry. Can I fix this?" He spends the entire day making it up to you—playing your favorite games, taking you out, holding your hand extra tight. By the end of the night, he whispers, "I’m never forgetting again. I promise." And you know he means it.

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number · @rosekillermicrofic · rosekiller · word count: 661 · cw: angst

Barty dialed the phone number with trembling hands and dropped it next to him on the mattress after activating the speakerphone. Evan would probably want to kill him for waking him up so late at night, but he didn't know who else to tell that his mother had passed away.

It hadn't come as a surprise when his father called to break the news. His mother had been ill for years, and in the last year she had gotten so far worse Barty almost preferred death would take her away rather than further her suffering. He had visited her in hospital every week —she had been a patient in a specialised clinic two hours’ drive from the big city—, and yet he had not had a fair chance to say goodbye as Barty Crouch Sr told him of her passing only after the funeral. His mother had been buried and he had not been able to see her for the last time. Did his father hold that much resentment to deprive him of something as precious as his mother's farewell? Fuck him and his twisted, rotten way of punishment.

The call was picked up at the last ring.

“Barty,” Evan groaned on the other end of the phone. “I hope someone died, because why the fuck are you calling me at three in the morning?”

Bless Evan and his ill-timed crude sense of humour.

“Actually, my mother died.”

There was an awkward silence in the call that was eventually interrupted when Evan sat up in bed.

“Where are you?” His voice sounded much softer than before. “I'll come and get you.”

“That fucker buried her without telling me.” He was staring at the nickname he had saved his best friend's contact number under. Rosie. “I hate him. I fucking hate him so much.”

Barty heard what sounded like hurried footsteps on the floor.

“Baby, can you tell me where you are?” Although Evan tried to hide it so as not to upset him, his concern was evident in his tone. “Are you home?”

The pet name distracted Barty for a few long seconds.

“Yeah, I’m home.”

Around thirty minutes later, a motorbike engine was audible next to the building where he lived. He listened as the noise was replaced by the ringing of his doorbell. He hit the open button directly and opened the front door to await Evan. When he appeared from the lift, he walked quickly and stood before him, his hair dishevelled, his breathing heavy and his gaze worried.

“Hi,” Evan whispered shakily. “I couldn’t come earlier.”

Barty had to repress the urge to kiss him.

“I know.” He stepped aside. “Come in.”

After Evan entered the flat, Barty closed the door and they stood watching each other. It was unusual for the atmosphere to be awkward between them since they always knew what to say. There was an exception, particularly for Barty: feelings. One of the few emotions he was able to express was anger, which poisoned the poor capacity for reasoning he had in such a state and drowned any other possible emotions that struggled to come to the surface. However, he felt something new, a great hollowness in his heart that distracted him from all other feelings. His mother, with her death, had carved a big hole in his soul and had left him to deal with it alone.

Except he was really not alone. Evan was right there.

“We could kill him, you know.”

Barty nodded.

“Not today, though. I’m tired.”

Evan closed the small distance between them and took one of Barty’s hands gently.

“Do you want to go to bed?”

Barty shook his head.

“I won’t sleep.”

“You don’t have to.” Evan smiled beautifully at him. “We can watch a film.”

As the butterflies fluttered in his stomach like a blissful nightingale in the early hours of the morning, Barty realised he was going to be okay.

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ok ok ok hear me out. there truly is not enough fake dating harringrove aus. so modern au where steve and billy went to highschool together but maybe they ran in different circles and while steve didn't really know billy (maybe just knew of him), billy KNEW steve. had a crush on since the moment he first laid eyes on him but obviously he never did anything about it cos 1. king steve was obviously so very straight. mr prince charming himself was very rarely single and pretty much had a girlfriend the entire time they went to highschool together. 2. the fear of neil made sure that billy kept the fact he was gay very much to himself while he still lived under his dad's roof.

anyway cue graduation and lo and behold, not only do they end up at the same college but turns out they're roommates. also turns out that steve isn't as straight as billy previously thought and actually uses college to explore his bisexuality. but what if the first guy steve ends up getting into a relationship ends up being a grade A douchebag and treats steve like his dirty little secret before breaking his heart? and maybe this guy is someone billy already had beef with. this jerk decided to become enemies with billy over some inane shit like.. billy got the position of captain on the college's football team over him (or something idk).

anyway one night robin takes steve out to a bar to cheer him up and billy tags along but steve's ex-douchebag bf is there and maybe steve gets a little tipsy and decides karaoke is a great idea! and gets up on stage and sings olivia rodrigo's get him back! (if you listen to the lyrics of that song youll understand the inspiration behind this message. also is there anything hotter than when someone sings a song originally sang by someone of the opposite gender but doesn't change the pronouns???) and billy's watching steve up on stage and he's so fucking animated and beautiful and he's really throwing himself into the performance and the crowd is absolutely eating it up and billy glances to his right and sees that fucking douchebag who broke steve's heart looking at pretty boy with a hungry expression like he's about to have another go at breaking steve's heart again and billy makes the most stupid decision of his life. when steve jumps off the stage flushed and happy and stumbles back over to robin and billy, billy grabs him by the waist and pulls him close and goes: "i know how you can get him back" and threads a hand through his hair and gives him the kiss of a lifetime. and when steve pulls back, his pupils are blown, the thread of spit hanging between their lips and they just stare at one another panting for a few mins before the spell is broken when steve glances over his shoulder and murmurs: "is it working?" and billy's still staring at steve (imagine the way billy looks at steve when they're outside the byers house in s2) and he just feels his stomach drop because holy shit. this was the worst idea he's ever had and in that moment he knew he wasn't ever getting over steve: "yeah, pretty boy... it's working."

ANOOOOOOON YOU’RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAAAGE 👀 you’re so right - there needs to me more fake dating aus!! It’s one of my favourite tropes 🥰 the misunderstandings!! the assumptions!! the miscommunication!! the mutual pining!! the getting together of it all!! (ideally kjfngkjn)

honestly tho, what can I even say?! you've perfectly laid it all out for us 🥹 I expect this entire plot written out to at least 100k please!! 💳

and I have to say that I'm SOOOO obsessed with the idea of Billy and Steve going to the same high school but never really knowing each other!! like, they JUST missed each other!! and then realizing that later on in life when they're in their 20's/30's is so...

ALSO!! them as roommates will always be my fav thing!! I just need these two in a room at all times KFGNKNF

but I'm genuinely so floored at this ask bc it's so thorough and juicy it's basically like getting a little ficlet hand-delivered to me and I feel so special rn hehe 🥹 thank you sm anon!! I hope you run with this and write something bc you clearly have something good here!! 🤍

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face fuckinh with jolly i NEED MY GAWD having his hands tangled in my hair and his balls slappinh my chin while he is deep asf in my throat groaning so pretty as i throat him ong 😭😭😭😭😭

Because maybe after a show you know that Jolly needs to destress and what better way than offering your mouth to him like this?

CW: smut including rough throat fucking, spit, gagging, reader referred to as katten (kitten in Swedish)

Smut under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

When you enter the greenroom after the show, you find your boyfriend sprawled out on the couch, head resting back as he relaxes from the performance. You’re ready to pounce on him because even from the sound booth where you had been watching him tonight was too far away, and he looks insatiable—delicious enough for you to want to devour him.

The same thought must be crossing Jolly’s mind, because when he raises his head with a soft hum, his eyes scan over you, taking in the sight of him before him. The corners of his mouth twitch, and a smirk spreads across his lips. “Katten,” he purrs, and it makes your knees go weak to hear him call you one of his beloved pet names for you. The softness of his voice, coupled with his accent, when it slips through, ignites a whirlwind heat in your stomach. Without any prompting, you drop to your knees, obediently crawling your way over to him.

You understand what he needs and are more than willing to provide him with that to help him relax after his night’s performance.

When you reach him, he doesn’t hesitate. He swiftly extends a hand to intertwine his fingers with your hair, feeling their gentle touch against your scalp as he guides you closer between his already spread legs. Leaning forward, he bends to meet you as you reciprocate by leaning up. You eagerly accept his mouth with the warm, sensual kiss he offers, a moan instantly escaping your lips. You realize your need for him is greater than you initially anticipated, but this isn’t about your pleasure; it’s his moment.

Resting your hands on his knees, you gradually begin to brush up along them, your fingers spreading out as you approach his crotch, feeling the bulge straining against the leather pants he’s been wearing tonight. Dancing your fingers along the zipper, you take it between them before slowly inching it down, working to pull his cock free. The moment it is, he withdraws from your mouth with a soft, appreciative “good katten,” that makes your heart leap, and when you look down at his cock, you momentarily marvel at it.

You can’t resist taking a moment to tease him, leaning closer as your tongue gently caresses the underside of his shaft, meeting at the tip. You swirl your tongue around it, and when you finally close your lips on it, you hum, allowing him to feel the vibrations. He’s already so sensitive, and you hear the grunt he makes in response, his fingers tightening their grip on your hair. Lifting your eyes, you peek at him through your lashes, catching the smirk he watches you with. Before you can react, he presses down against the back of your head, forcing you to open your mouth and take him into it.

Usually, he would give you a moment to pace yourself, but he has taken charge and instead forces you right down to the hilt. His public hair tickles your nose as he holds you there for a moment. “Mm, just what I need. Your mouth is so warm and wet.” He drawls and slowly lifts you up just enough to allow him room to begin bucking his hips. He chooses to thrust into your mouth at his own leisurely pace rather than giving you the control to suck him as you desire.

With every thrust, he forces himself deeply into your throat, making you moan around him as you squeeze tightly with his instruction to ‘swallow’. It feels tight, and he’s pushing the boundaries of what you’re capable of tonight. Tears well up in your eyes as you gaze up at him, filled with nothing but pure need and adoration for the man.

It’s as if the sight of you in this state snaps something in him, causing him to thrust his hips faster and his cock to force itself deeply into your throat, making you choke and gag around it, saliva pooling around the thick of him as it falls from your mouth and descends around the base and his balls. You feel the harsh slap of his balls against your chin while he releases a chorus of groans, grunting in between, pure, animalistic sounds as he satisfies his own needs.

In this moment, you’re nothing more than a source of pleasure for him, and you feel the ache between your thighs, yearning to reach down between them and relieve yourself while he uses you in this way. However, you know better than to prioritize your own pleasure over his.

As the minutes tick by, you can hear the strained sounds coming from Jolly’s throat until thick, warm ropes of cum begin to coat your own, and you moan around him as he holds you there, skillfully painting the inside of your throat and encouraging you to take every last drop.

When he gently releases you from his grasp, you’re breathless, your mouth still dripping with saliva, a small amount of which, mixed with his cum, lingers on your lips, connecting you. Your throat is sore, but you can still taste him.

When you gaze upon his face, you notice the blissed-out expression etched across his features and butterflies flutter in your stomach as he leans forward once more, his attention returning to you. Reaching out, he gently wipes away the remaining saliva at the corner of your mouth with a finger before softly tutting his tongue. “You made such a mess, katten. Perhaps you should clean it up.”

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get well soon ❤️‍🩹

[crabussy]

whoever sent sunny that cruel ask I really really hope you realise how much that hurts. as if we don't fucking go through enough living life with a disorder as stigmatised as this. only a few people in my life know that I have OSDD because it faces so much stigma. they make fucking horror movies where the killer has my disorder. I don't understand how someone can feel so much malice towards a stranger that they will not only send them an ask basically implying that they Don't Exist and are Pretend, but also take a jab at their identity too?? why are you so unkind? there was nothing forcing you to go out of your way to make a strangers day worse by telling them that they don't fucking exist. systems and fictives have been recognised by psychologists for years. I am recognised as a system by TWO professionals, including a psychiatrist. They both acknowledge sunny's existence because they are professionals in the field of psychology who actually know what they're talking about. you are expressing so much confidence with your ignorance it makes me feel sick. I've turned anons are off on sunny's blog, he's distraught. you disgust me. I am so glad I will never know you.

[skitskatdacat63]

Ughhhhhhhh I was supposed to do a placement test for a summer course which I completely forgot about and I looked at my syllabus and it was like "make sure to do it *before* May 10th" *I look at the calender**it is in fact past May 10th*

[somelazyassartist]

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[tonycries]

BRAT!

Synopsis. Scream it! While he’s still asking nicely, that is…

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, getting reader to not be quiet in béd, CÚMPLAY, spítting, Sukuna’s second tongue, oraI (fem rec), pússydrunk boys, squírting, six eyes, face-sítting, pússy-slappíng, true form Sukuna, chokíng, markíng, exhíbitionism (Nanami), víbrators, dp, slight voice kínks, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Love y’all, have a good leak day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Let it all out!

“Doll…” he drawls out, that tiny scar at the end of his smirk dragging roughly against your glossy pout. And when Toji’s given nothing more than a few of your muffled, bit-back whimpers, he’s insisting - begging, “My stubborn girl-”

Five thick fingers wrap delicately around your neck - jostling your fucked-out expression up to his greedy gaze, “Cat got yer tongue?” As if to fuck the answer out of you, his hips are ramming angrily, knocking rawly into your bruised g-spot. “Don’t tell me you’ve been hah- fucked dumb already? Wha’s the problem, ma?”

It’s been hours now, and Toji’s absolutely wrecked - blood thumping in his ears, broad chest heaving with short rasps, stars bursting behind his half-lidded eyes after each sloppy thrust. And, yet, he still has enough sanity left to notice when you’re biting down brattily on your knuckles, throat tight with all those sweet moans being held back. 

See, that’s when Toji gets impatient. 

“Fine- be as quiet as your pretty lil’ heart desires, then.” Your eyes are widening at the mushy twitch of his rotund tip - still leaky, still angry. “We’ll see how long that lasts, anyway.”

Just that dark little promise is enough to make you keen - and he’s chuckling, “Now now- what did I say-” Those soft pads of his fingers glide up in a gentle curve towards your lips - but the way he just shoves them inside is anything but. Rounded tips constricting into the very back of your throat, “Ya wanna be quiet? Then, commit to it like the big girl you are.”

Big fat tears spring up to your eyes when he’s hiking a powerful thigh up, pressurizing the ruthless pace of his achy cock even more. Bullying into your velvety walls like he was angry, knocking all the air in your lungs with every glide of his swelteringly hot head along your cervix. 

“Hngh-” you gurgle past his swirling fingers. Your nails piercing ravaged red lines where you’re gripping helplessly onto his wrist, “T-To-ah!”

There’s such a deafening squelch gushing out of your messy cunt when the mean digits on his free hand push down about halfway at your stomach, feeling for the branding little nudge of his fat cock. Toji’s mouth drops in awe at the milky white coating of his cum. Dredge after dredge soiling your inner thighs, forming a creamy little ring where he was pushing his thick hilt into you over and over-

“Shit-” his Adam’s apple bobs with a heavy gulp. Mindlessly, he’s falling down onto his elbows in exhaustion, bending you in half like a little ragdoll underneath him. “N’ suddenly I’m the one speechless, doll- Hahah-”

The heavy thwack! thwack! thwack! of his still painfully-full balls make your head spin, and Toji’s drinking in your little gasps like a starved man. Slow, languid, eyes drooping shut. “S’this why- hngh- s’this why my girl’s bein’ so quiet all of a sudden?” Hips stuttering forwards like he was losing control, just filthy, lusted-up little half-thrusts and drags of his length down your gummy channel. Even that was too much for his poor, overworked cock - painting your insides full with his thick, translucent precum with every swallowed-up inch. “Too cockdrunk? Too hah- full of my cum t’speak?”

You were so close - so overstimulated - you could barely string together a sentence. And you couldn’t have answered even if you wanted to - because your lovely boyfriend only rummaged his fingers deeper inside your mouth. Fuck- it felt so dirty having him fuck you like this - spitting against your lips, twitchy cock mashing deep into all your sensitive spots. Like he was reaching into your lungs - into your barely-lucid mind until you couldn’t do anything but nod. 

“Mmmpf- I-” you’re managing out, the words coming out in a thick, garbled mess that makes his cock throb. “Hngh- yes yes yes-”

“Awww, fuckin’ knew it.” he coos, and it’s all the warning you’re getting before two big strong arms of his haul you up. Falling back onto his muscled thighs in a sitting position - with you all speared like a slut down his unforgiving cockhead. Being bounced up, up, up your limp body nothing against his inhuman strength. “Shit- fuckin’ knew it- My poor girl got fucked so good she couldn’t even speak, huh?” Toji just throws his head back at the answering clench of your elastic walls, molding around each one of his ridges and veins. “How cute–” 

You cower under his weighty gaze, unable to escape. To do anything other than take it when his bicep bulges around your waist, tightening like a vice. “How so very-” Abs clenching when they ram- up- “cute-” He’s gritting his teeth, baring you with such a sweet, sultry smile, one that ghosts the very shell of your ear, “But why don’t you jus’ cum f’me now, ma.”

You don’t know whether his own words have Toji reaching his high - or maybe the sight of you does. Because all you see is black tinging your vision - then white, seeping out of the corners of your puffed-up folds, sopping a wet puddle into the non-existent space between you two.

He’s so vocal when he fucks you through your orgasm, raspy baritone wrenching out little praises like a mantra- “Yeah- yeah there we go. Louder f’me- scream it all out. I know you can do it.”

“P-please, Toji.” You don’t know what you’re begging for - and Toji doesn’t mind. Only pinning your body to his hulking one, holding you so close that your whimpered out moans are almost inaudible over his cushiony pecs. Babbling out, “Please- f-fuck it feels too good hah- m’cumming- m’cumming m’cumming-”

“Such a chatty girl, moanin’ so fuckin’ loud.” he titters. “Don’t you dare hold back that pretty voice from me, m’kay?” 

But only when your orgasm bates into tiny tingles, only when your syrupy sweet moans turn quieten down - only then does Toji pull away. Shuffling onto his knees until his hot breath was fanning your eagerly quivering cunt, soft tongue dragging up your painted white slit, “So let’s see if you scream twice as loud for this, my girl.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Shhh…

“My love…” Nanami breathes out in a ragged pant, his hot breath breezing down your spine. Arching up so sultrily when the pistons of his hips slow down, aching for more more more- “Is something hah- wrong?”

It takes you a second to raise your bleary head up from where it rested amongst all the papers on the desk, the satin of your office skirt hiking up even further when you’re rutting your hips back in a quiet tandem. “N-nothing, Ken–” your words come out hushed - hurried. 

And oh your husband looked so unfairly attractive when he was concerned, blond brows furrowing in the middle, running one hand through his disarrayed hair, the other pulling your teary eyes up to his. “You’re just being so-” There’s an experimental mash of his fat, rounded tip into your mapped-out g-spot, as if to confirm his suspicions. And Nanami grunts at the sight of you biting down on your lower lip, “-quiet…Now now-” His thumb comes to gently pry away your worried lip from under your teeth, “-what’s wrong?”

“S’jus’-” you hiccup, eyes flitting to the closed storage room door. “-m’ so close n’ someone might hear. I know Higuruma also has overtime-”

Shit - you’re so far into your little rant that you don’t notice the way his entire body stiffens, jaw clenching at the mention of your - and his - coworker. You can only gasp when Nanami’s towering figure just shoves you deeper into the cool mahogany desk. One hand on your head, the other wrapped nicely around your blabbering mouth.

“You’re right-” Nanami breathes, words tinted with a slow, dangerous purr. And it makes your velvety walls just seep a fresh gloss of your sweet sweet juices down all his long, hard inches. “-better not make a noise unless you want to get caught then, because m’not going easy on you today, darling.”

And fuck, Nanami likes to think himself a practical man - a sensible man, even. But right now all he could see was red - nothing past the way that other man had been eying you a little too closely these days, laughing at your jokes a little too loud. 

Don’t get him twisted, he knows you’d never do anything - you were his pretty lil’ wife after all, the love of his absolute soul. But sometimes, he just wanted to make you scream it out. 

Your pretty eyes bat hypnotically over your shoulder, “K-Ken- oh!”

Only to be shut up by the furious pummeling of all his rock-hard shaft, the sheer girth of it already making you keen. It’s enough for honeyed moans to bubble up in your throat, ticking in time with that angry pulsing of his thick tip massaging your plushy walls. 

“Shh shhh-” Nanami coos, and you feel his abs ripple from behind you when he leans his weight down, down, down to pin you even more helplessly against the desk. Those thick fingers of his cover your mouth even firmer, “We hafta be quiet, remember?”

If he was looking for an answer, then Nanami fully and thoroughly fucks it out of you. 

Those important documents are shuffling around everywhere, flying off the desk when you’re scrambling towards absolutely anything to keep just an ounce of your sanity. Because Nanami was hammering into you in such powerful, pressurized thrusts. Hard enough that you could feel the line of his hip bones along the fat of your ass, the circular smacks of his heavy balls along your thighs. Sure to leave marks that that sinfully short skirt of yours wouldn’t cover. 

“Ken! Ken- oh my god-” 

All you get in response is the sudden slowing of his mean pace, until your heady moans are softening down to mere whimpers. 

It still feels so dizzyingly good this way, having your snug hole stretch limitlessly around his girthy shaft. Knocking so deeply and thoroughly against your womb, clenching your saturated walls down with every graze of the neat tufts of blond at his hilt. 

“What did I say?” His mouth comes down onto yours in a heated clash of teeth and tongue and moans. So many rasping grunts furling from out of Nanami’s throat, spitting into your mouth, “Hafta- be hah- quiet. Or else Higuruma is- gonna- hear-” 

And that hypnotizing push and pull is punctuated by the greedy drag of Nanami’s thumb down your clit, spelling out little patterns. Over and over-

Thud!

“Hah- I don’t-” you’re startling when he hikes up a leg onto the desk, the change in angle making you all but scream out into his ravenous mouth. “Don’t think I even- care anymore ah!” Every one of those syrupy sweet moans falling from your lips have Nanami hammering in even deeper, rattling the desk with his strength. “Just wanna- just want you to-”

You’re gasping at the familiar work of his fingers on your sensitive nub - a flurry of letters all over. K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-

“Say it.” he bites down on your earlobe. “Spell it out f’me.”

“M-m’gonna-”

K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-

“Scream it out, no need to be embarrassed.”

“Cum!” you’re sobbing. Heaving for air when he doesn’t take even a second to slow down, “M’gonna cum, Ken. M’so f-fuckin’ close.”

His next words are murmured at the crook of your neck, dangerously above your racing pulse. Making you flinch at the sharp teeth indenting over your skin, “Then cum.”

Oh and when you do it’s like something snaps. Because all you know next is that you’re being fucked through such a delicious high. White-hot pleasure having you quivering deeper into Nanami’s hold, dragging out each one of your peaks. Your throat feels raw, head swimming so much that you almost don’t hear-

“Just the way I like you.” Leaving a lingering peck at your collarbone, “All gorgeous and-” At the sensitive underside of your jaw, “-blissed out and-” Before you’re jumping at sharp canines sinking down into the side of your neck. Hard. Possessive. 

It hurts - but it hurts so good that you don’t even register the way Nanami’s eyes flit to the door - slightly ajar now. Voice rising in volume when he finishes, “-mine.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - We’ll piss off the neighbors

“Mmpf- S-Sugu…”

“S-S-Sugu-” your beloved boyfriend is just leering, his velvety voice pitched dramatically high. Shoving apart your dangling legs so burningly wide to bully that furiously shuddering hot-pink vibrator even deeper inside your insatiable cunt. 

He’s grinning such a dangerous grin down at you, “Now, why don’t you lemme hear those pretty moans of yours like usual, gorgeous- instead of holding back?”

And all you can do is squirm around mindlessly when he’s feeding your sloppy cunt inch after smooth inch of more of the thin vibrator. Rummaging around your clingy walls so much, “Come on now-” A taunting thumb of his glides along the intensity meter - Setting 1, Setting 2. Before finally resting smugly on Setting 3. Long, dark lashes bat at you, “You’re breaking my heart here!”

“P-please!” you sob out, before immediately worrying your lower lip shut. And Geto notices - of course, he does. The determined smirk on his face turning into something a little colder, a little more predatory. 

“Aww, my poor baby doesn’t wanna speak with me.” he’s goading, leaving your plushy walls stretched full with the blissful girth of the vibrator. Letting you all but cockwarm it while he’s running a rigorous thumb over your puffed-up clit, “Tha’s fine. Whatever my girl wants, she’s gonna- get.” 

Geto’s sharp tongue is running lewd stripes up and down the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on the corners of your lips as if he isn’t driving you insane. As if he isn’t driving himself insane. The achy, fat tip of his reddened cock kissing wetly at your glossy folds, weeping hot precum that sticks to your slit, trickling down the buried hilt of the vibrator. Oh, how he knew - had planned out - exactly how he was going to make you scream. 

But for now, he’s only pursing his lips together, letting you babble and whine unfairly to yourself. 

“S’not- not that I hngh!” your entire body jolts when he’s wordlessly increasing the intensity - Setting 4. Nervous eyes flitting down to where Geto’s lengthy cock was sitting prettily across your open legs, throbbing. Waiting. “Jus’ the neighbors- hah- we got another noise complaint, Sugu–”

He still doesn’t budge, still doesn’t say a word. This time his fingers are toying your finger even sloppier. Tweaking and circles lazily along the sensitive nub, making you all but scream-

“Please- I promise-” you’re bucking your hips up for more more more. Feeling the sopping smack! of his hefty shaft come down on your skin, splattering translucent dredges of his syrupy precum all over your skin. “Promise s’jus’ that Sugu.” Shaky fingers of yours wrap around his long, inky hair - hauling him close to meet your lips, and you could feel the ridges of Geto’s toothy grin when you crack, “Feels so good- too good. N’- jus’ want your cock- hngh! Promise was jus’ trynna be quiet because the walls are th-thin and the-”

And then it feels like you’re being split apart, such a thick intrusion to your already filled-up cunt. Soft, supple walls being contorted around the vibrating toy - and Geto’s addition of his thick, weepy tip. 

“Say please, then.”

You’re so completely and utterly fucked out that you barely even hear him at first - body moving before your mind when your lips sag open. Jumbling out a mess of, “P-please.”

“Hmmm…” Geto pretends to think, but he’s still circling open your elastic entrance to fit his needy cock inside. Taking it slow, sensual - making sure your silky sweet walls are rubbing against each and every one of the prominent veins down his middle, the rotund end of his head shoving its way inside. “S’not ‘nough - how about ‘please, Sugu’?”

“Please, Sugu!” Your nails claw their way down his broad, milky shoulders - leaving red, red marks that make him groan. That make his hips jut forward in a solid, thorough thrust, “Please- d-don’t care about the n-noise complaints hah- jus’ wanna be full of all of you.”

Geto doesn’t know if he can move, fuck, he doesn’t even know if he’s breathing. Eyes widening, head thrown back at the slightest feeble clench of your velvety walls desperately trying to accommodate around his cock and the vibrator. 

It takes beat - two, of him grinding in filthy gyrating motions, abs flexing when his slender waist surges forward. All the way until that divot at his tip was branding into your spongy cervix, painful, cum-filled balls sticking thoroughly against your ass. Somehow, he’s managing to roll his eyes, “D-didn’t hafta hah- say that much, gorgeous.”

There’s a sharp flick! 

Setting 5. 

The heady room is instantly filled by both of your moans - so loud. Yours higher-pitched and cracking pathetically at the end, Geto’s throaty, like they were being dragged from his throat against his will. 

Immediately, he bores down at you with a bit lower lip, eyes half-lidded, the corners of his mouth curled up in what almost seems like a smile. “Guess I better quiet down myself- hngh- huh?” he gasps - heaves - tremors of the vibrator rubbing up so deliciously at the underside of his throbbing shaft, jostling with each hastening ram into your gushing cunt. “B-because now that I finally got you to scream out f’me-” 

You’re mewling when his thumb comes up uncharacteristically gently to swipe away your own lips from underneath your teeth - a habit, almost, at this point after you’d gotten a very huffy email about being too disruptive at night. Like right now. “-I don’t wan’ ta hear anythin’ else. And that includes noise complaints - because soon m’gonna move ya to our own house, pretty, don’t ya worry. And there-” Your forehead is branded with a soft kiss, your g-spot with a rough ram. “-you can scream as much as ya want.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Please please please.”

Choso couldn’t stop even if he tried - he couldn’t hold back even one of those broken, whiny pleas wrenching from his rosy pink lips. So loud, deep voice pitching up highly at the end every time the weepy divot at the very end of his fat tip reached into the spongy bottom of your pussy. 

“Baby- please, baby–” he drags out your sweet little nickname, two of his sizeable palms coming to splay out on the curve of your hips. Just dragging your gummy cunt down like a cocksleeve, helping you ride him in easy, relentless grinds. “Does it feel good? Tell me- does it- hah-”

His breath hitches with a sudden shudder when your fingernails dig into the side of his pale neck, using the leverage to just ram your cunt down in thorough, hypnotic gyrations.

“Please!” Choso’s gasping, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You’re jostling slightly precariously on his slender hips when he’s planting two feet flat on the silky sheets to buck up, up up- “Tell me- tell me how it feels, baby.”

Your fingers tighten involuntarily at the sound of his greedy beg, making him let out such a guttural groan. The sound sends shivers running along your spine, all the way down to where he was jackhammering into your ravaged cunt. Thumbing apart your swollen folds to keep them spread enough for him to bully his girthy hilt into. So depraved. Needy. “S-so good, Cho-”

It was an accident - really - you didn’t even mean to let the little compliment slip. But it’s enough for Choso’s eager cock to expand even girthier inside you, all the blood in his body rushing to stretch your elastic walls to their limits. You could feel him everywhere, molding you to the very shape of his cock. 

“Yeah? Oh yeah?” he’s hissing, craning his neck up to mesh your lips together sloppily. Languid, delirious - kiss-bitten lips smacking when they’re sucking on your lolled-out tongue. Fuck, how he missed your voice. “Tell me- ngh! Tell me more, please.”

Oh, but really - your sweet sweet boyfriend was so pretty like this underneath you. Milky skin damp with sweat, his dark eyes dewy with tears and locked on you, mouth parting open in ragged grunts. Your favorite little melody - it made the way you bite your lip stubbornly all the more sweeter. 

There’s another glissading stream of his sweltering hot precum coating your inner walls, sloshing around in a syrupy slow rhythm inside you. “Please-” He’s crying out again after a few more branding smashes into your bulging g-spot  - lips wobbly as if he was on the verge of bawling without your voice. “Wanna hear your sweet moans, y’know? S’my f-favorite song-”

And you swear your hulking boyfriend’s mouth was upturned into such a pretty pout at that very second, soft planes of his hands caressing up and down your bent thighs. You can’t help but hum, making his head feel so lightheaded with that teasing quirk of your lips.

Or maybe it was the way your fingers clamped down tighter around his neck, sure to leave a perfect array of bruises from your splayed-out fingers. Jerking him even closer- “Fine- open that mouth if you love my voice so much.” 

You’re barely even finishing the sentence before his jaw slacks open, tongue darting out - just in time to catch the steady glob of syrupy saliva you spit out. Right onto the middle of his tastebuds, Choso’s immediately slotting his mouth against yours in an even greedier mess of a kiss. 

“Didn’t think you- hngh! like my voice that much, baby.” you’re humming, letting him hurl into a frenzy of powerful mashes into your g-spot. Some missing - drawing long, eager glides of his rounded, thick head along your cervix. “I like yours too, y’know. So much.” Leaving a lingering drag of his jutted-out bottom lip between your teeth, “S’why I ah- hngh- held back- love hearin’ you.”

And oh, every honeyed word of yours goes straight into twitchy cock, pulsing painfully into your mushy walls. Curving upwards so deliciously, Choso’s hold on you tightens - enough to draw blood, you might think, had he not cut his nails just earlier. 

He’s fucking upwards into you so solidly hard - feverish drags of you down his massive length only getting rougher and rougher until he couldn’t-

“Don’t do that, silly girl- mm- can’t live without hearing those cute moans of yours, m’kay?” Big fat tears gloss down his sharp cheeks with how stimulated he was right now, and you could feel the weighty shifting of his balls. So tight they almost felt like they could burst. “So be loud. Be as loud as possible f’me- tell me how it feels, how you ah- want more- a-and-” His fingers now cup your face, leaving all the laborious duty down to his frantic hips. Yet, Choso didn’t mind - anything that let him glide a thumb along your spit-glossed mouth, tugging out your bottom lip from where you were trapping it between your teeth, “-and say my name.”

You do - and it’s just about all you can manage out when you’re leering down to bite on Choso’s sensitive earlobe. Exactly where you knew would make him shiver the most, rutting up animalistically to bounce you up even deeper, “Then cum f’me, Cho.”

And he thinks he will - fuck, at the sound of his name rolling off your saccharine sweet tongue he couldn’t hold back even if he tried. But not before teasing a hard roll of his thumb along your clit, “F-fuck you little- ah! You first, since you’ve been hah- holdin’ out on me. N’ this time-” His glinting eyes narrow, sharp canines bared in such a viciously fucked-out grin that it makes you clamp down - hard, “-you’re gonna be the one hngh- crying out, baby–”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - CHATTERBOX!

Now, usually when Sukuna had you all splayed out like this - your trembly thighs balanced on either side of his head, puffy pussy lips so sopping wet it made his mouth water - he knew you’d let out a few pretty noises. 

A mewl when his hot tongue laps up the syrupy juices sopping from either side of your slit, a moan of his name when all he does is card the very edge of his soft muscle between them. And finally - finally - his favorite, a whiny beg for, “P-please, Kuna- no more teasing!”

How cute. 

When you miss the first - he doesn’t think much of it, instead too engrossed in thumbing apart your swollen folds, admiring the way your greedy cunt was already glistening and winking down at him so sweetly. Spitting a fat wad of his saliva right on the bullseye of your entrance. When you miss the second, he’s concerned, humming a raspy growl at the back of his throat while wrapping two plump lips around your throbbing clit. 

And when you miss that last one - oh, now you’re gonna get it. 

Smack! 

All give digits of his thick fingers come down hard on your hovering pussy, sliding a glistening syrupy wet sheen down to his wrist. 

“S’this boring to you, woman?” the famed king of cures spits his words with a low, threatening rumble of his sculpted chest. And it’s all you can do to throb, whirling your glassy eyes down at his half-lidded, darkened gaze, “Anything else you’d rather be doing right now?” 

You’re shaking your head deliriously - but that’s not enough for him, of course. 

There’s another oozing little throb from your cunt - rewarded with another branding smack! across your sensitive clit. “Don’ wanna use your big girl words, hm?” Sukuna raises a brow, still holding such dangerous eye contact with you when he hollows out his cheeks, long tongue lolling out to make out with your pussy. “Fine then- let’s let this cute pussy speak for herself, hm?”

There’s only a drawn-out, sloppy squelch ringing through the heady air when he lays his tongue flat across your glossy lips. Just teasing around the very edge of your gushy entrance before the very tip of him dances up, up, up.

“Hngh!” you’re gasping at the feeling of him grazing over your clit in a sultry push and pull - and the sudden wetness of something else swirling around your syrupy sweet hole. “Wh- is that-”

“Shhh, didn’t ya wanna stay quiet, brat?” Sukuna cuts through your words, velvety coo making you just arch down harder to drag your slobbering cunt all across his eager face. And where that mean mouth of his was teasing you, his other - larger - tongue on his stomach was picking up wherever left off. More, even. “So shut up and let this pussy talk, why don’t ya?”

Ah, it was impossible to escape him. Two big beefy hands were steadied firmly around your quaking thighs, hauling you right onto his swallowing mouth, grinding you against his jaw like his favorite meal. You’re being bounced, almost on top of him - his other tongue driving you insane. 

Reaching all the spots you could’ve never even imagined. Arching into you almost as deftly as his cocks, bullying past your puffy lips and into every bulbous areas of your sensitive spots. Fucking you so thoroughly-

“Hey-” There’s another reminder - one of Sukuna’s free hands planting a solid smack onto the very bulge of your elastic walls around his tongue. “Think she said she’s getting close- Almost didn’t hngh- catch it ‘cause you’re being a bit too hah-” He’s craning his thick neck back in for a messy kiss against your clit. “-loud-” Again. And again and again- plump smirk glittered with all your sweet sweet juices. “-dontcha think?” Smack! You’re whining in response, drunken hips pushing down as if to shut him up, “S’like you want to hngh- moan f’me. If you wanna then why are ya being so- fuckin’- stubborn.”

And fuck, you were so far gone that Sukuna almost didn’t expect a response. Half-lidded gaze locked on the trickle of drool slobbering down your slack mouth, eyes bleary, soft whimpers barely even audible over the sinful squelches! from down below. You were so loud, so drippingly wet in each one of your noises that it has him running his free palm over the outline of his aching cocks. 

“B-because-” your wobbly voice makes his fat tips just gush out in thick ribbons of precum, seeping through the fabric of his decadent yukata and onto his fondling palm. “Felt embarrassing- the position a-and hah! got nervous I’d be too whiny or somethin’, Kuna…”

“That so?” Sukuna simpers, voice a little more silky soft than before. And the gentle smack! on your cunt reads as more fond than punishing, “Stupid brat- ya think I’d be like this if I didn’t like your pretty noises?” As if to prove his point, the two hands on your body ride you harder down his mouth. Sloppier. More depraved. “Nervous for what- s’jus’ me, y’know?” Tonguing back teasingly over your glossy clit, his eyes just bore into yours. Baritone vibrato pulsing down your achy pussy, “And I love every lil’ thing you do, my girl.”

His guttural moans are still echoing from the very base of your cunt when you cum - so hard. Violent, even, that Sukuna has to wrap his strong arms around you to keep you from escaping. It’s all your poor pussy can take. Waves of pleasure taking you away. Gushing and gushing so hard-

“Sh-shiiiit-” Sukuna utters - and it’s only then that you realize just how much you’d cum, quivering hole letting out bursts of your syrupy sweet slick. Just coating the entire lower half of his face, his cheekbones, down to his pecs in everything you’d squirted.

And while his lower tongue still laps at your honeyed juices, letting each bead slide down the muscle. He licks his lips with a sigh, “Let’s ask this gorgeous cunt if she can do that on my cocks now, too, hm? N’ this time- ya better scream f’me.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Shut up.

“Sweetheart…”

“Satoru.”

“No-” 

Maybe it was the way your sorry boyfriend was just aching to hear your sweet sweet voice moan around his name, maybe it was the way he’d been spending hours already groveling and worshiping your body. Or maybe it was the way your clingy walls just pulsed all around his weepy cock, squelching in a way that makes him salivate. 

“I told you, my girl–” he soothes out in an almost-whiny tone. Pressing an overly-wet peck at your forehead, your nose, on either side of that scolding pout on your glossed-up lips. “I’m- sorry- I’ll listen to whatever hah- gossip about your favorite show next time just please-”

Two rough hands rest at the globes of your ass, purposefully jostling your fucked-out body to face him - he wasn’t letting you escape any time soon. 

There’s the slow, lingering squelch of Gojo rolling his hips forwards in such a dizzying tandem. Shoving you further and further up those expensive silken sheets at the hotel suite he’d booked for tonight - all for his little apology. 

“I s-see that lil’ smile-” he’s grunting, forcing two fingers around your face to look right into his greedy gaze. “Aww, come on- wontcha forgive me? M’begging here- begging.” And when you’re still keeping your mouth stubbornly shut, he’s throwing your limp legs over his broad shoulders. Running a syrupy slow circle over your neglected clit, “-promise I won’t fall asleep next time ya hah- t-talk my ear off.”

You have to admit that every saturated glide of his throbbingly fat tip has your jaw slacking further and further. Honeyed moans just bursting behind your lips, he’s stretching you out so sinfully. 

And, yet, it was so fun to see the strongest all broken down like this - eyes drooping almost closed, pouty lips with a glistening sheen of spit, little whimpers sounding at the back of Gojo’s throat every time he’s knocking right into your bulged-out g-spot. It drove him absolutely insane to see you purposefully hold back your pretty moans. 

“No no no no no-” he’s frantically prying away the knuckles you’re biting down deliriously on, trying to ease out those soft little whimpers and mewls. “My stubborn girl.” Pecking lingeringly at your lips, “Won’t you just scream- f’me-”

With a singular, jutting slam! of his hard hips against yours, you’re just keening - because Gojo was just crashing angrily against your poor g-spot. No longer teasing grazes and glides along your soppingly wet walls, just daring you to beg for more as you always did. 

No, he was pressing into your g-spot with ferocious power, muscles rippling across his hulking body when he’s sliding his fat cock back, back, back- Only to reel all the way forwards, the very curve of his globular head curving thoroughly against your sweetly sensitive spots. Again. and again. And again and again-

“Ah!” you’re scrambling up onto your elbows, connecting your forehead with his own. “S’too-”

You didn’t know what you were going to say - to have him beg more- to have yourself beg for more? But whatever it was clings to your heavy tongue when you’re raising your head up to meet your boyfriend’s. 

Because oh you knew that flushed, blank expression on his face, the slight crinkle of lightning at his eyes. This fucker-

“Whoops.” Gojo’s grinning, not a drop of regret in his words. “Guess I must’ve hngh- accidentally used six eyes when I-” Another nudge of his rotund head against your g-spot, only picking up in pace. Only plugging you full of his deep, grinding inches - fucking you so thoroughly into the mattress that you could hear the bedframe creaking in protest, your own cunt squelching ravagedly. “-hah- fuck this cute pussy. But hey…” He leans his face even closer, that infuriating curl of his lips only growing, “-I don’t hear ya complainin’ now, do I, sweetheart?” 

“Especially when m’ruining you right-” Splaying out all five of his long, pale fingers across your stomach - drawing an invisible line where he was branding the imprint of the very top of his length into the bottom of your pussy. “-here?”

Fuck, he had you exactly where he wanted you. 

“Y-you’re so-” you’re managing to gasp, eyes narrowing as he leans in even mockingly closer. But you can’t hide the slutty bliss in your tone, the way you tug and tease his soft, snow strands. “-so infuriating, y’know. I shouldn’t even hah- be lettin’ you off the hook this easily.” 

He’s moaning twofold, like the sound of your voice electrifies him. Hefty shaft twitching with each piston, painfully tight balls just clenching so painfully. “Yeah- hahah- yeah, isn’t it because you love me?”

The entirety of his body shivers when you lock your legs tightly, bowing his body even closer to stick to yours. “It’s because-” you purr, batting your lashes so sultry. Spitting against his lips, “-you’re such a pain in the ass, Toru.”

And then he’s cumming - and cumming and cumming so hard that Gojo doesn’t have the time to be embarrassed. All he can really think about is the syrupy slow slosh of his seed painting inside your gummy walls, shooting out in thick dredges. 

You giggle, eyeing down at the puddle of cum and saturated slick oozing down your thighs. Leaking out of your weepy slit, “Heh…for someone that wanted me to hngh- s-speak up so much, you sure are weak, Toru.”

The second roll of his nickname on your tongue is enough for Gojo to be gushing out another wave of potent cum into your snug channel. Hissing, he’s swiping at the creamy ring forming around his hilt, pooling the mess on the large pads of his fingers before-

“Maybe s’better when you-” Bullying them between the seam of your mouth, he’s swirling around your hot tongue. “-don’t speak.” Your answering glare is enough, “J-just kidding!”

A/N. If y’all need me I’ll be in my prayer circle manifesting for a Gojo comeback…

Plagiarism not authorized.

[monstersholygrail]

Vampire bf spooning you in the middle of the night, nuzzling into you so roughly that it causes you to slowly wake up. As soon as he senses you’re not completely asleep, his arms curl around you and he bury’s his face in your neck. Groggily you bare your throat to him, thinking he might be hungry.

But instead he simply whines and cuddles in closer. It’s only then that you notice he’s shivering. A soft “What’s wrong, darling?” croaks past your lips. He doesn’t respond, letting his actions speak louder as his hands slip under your shirt and brush along your soft stomach as if trying to steal up all your warmth. You hiss at his touch, his usually cold skin even colder for some reason. “You’re freezing,” you can’t help but exclaim the obvious.

Your vampire bf whimpers, nodding his head within the warm fold of your neck. “Need your warmth. Need your heat, baby please,” he says in a soft whine, one hand tugging at the seam of your shorts and giving you an idea of what he means.

As soon as you’ve pulled your panties down, he’s sliding himself between the warm supple flesh of your thighs. He hisses in the space of her neck, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Your lips part, feeling his throbbing cock push its way through your legs, so close to where you need him. His tip bumping up against your clit with every snap of his hips. Arousal pools within you till it drips onto his cock. Your bf growls, hips moving faster.

“Ah, fuck! More. Please,” you beg, baring your neck once again. Your hips tilt, craving the feeling of being filled by him.

“My heart, I could devour you whole and still crave more," he rumbles, his hips bucking to catch every drop of your essence on his length.

His hand tenderly cups the underside of your neck and brings it to his lips. You sense the heat of his breath and goosebumps rise along your arms a second before you feel the sharp prick of pleasure caused by his fangs. You shiver as he slowly sinks them all the way in.

The combination of his fangs inside you and the way he slows down the rocking of his hips causes your eyes to droop as you begin to drift back to sleep. His hand massages your plush thigh, gently shifting it back over his own, legs intertwining.

With your thighs open, your bf has easy access to slide his length inside your eager and dripping walls. You both moan as he pushes past your entrance, his girth carefully stretching your precious pussy as he takes his time stuffing you full of him. Bringing a delicious dull ache to the apex of your thighs.

He settles in once he’s buried his length to the hilt, your hips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. He relaxes against your body and wraps every limb that he can around you. Cocooning your being in his protective embrace. Making you feel exactly as treasured as you are.

“That’s better,” he slurs contently in an attempt to speak with his fangs in your neck. Soon after you start to feel his skin warming back up against your own. You smile softly, finally falling back asleep and happy you were able to help him.

Never finding out that Vampires have full control over their body temperature.

[agostise]

"dont tell me that chicken dick forgot to set his alarm"

oh what the fuck

Chapter 445: Paranoia Translator: https://twitter.com/maomaozaii Editor: https://twitter.com/Lum_Cheng

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